Year To Date

For those of you just joining us -- In an earlier comic I posted with Gerb and the gang, it was made known, to Gerb's surprise, that I was taking a year off of dating. These are a continuation of that one...

Breaking Cycles, Spreading Wings

Not Another Single Comic

 

A Star To Guide Me

With all the changes and challenges of this past year, it is now a time of deep healing for me. Part of my healing journey has been these incredible weekly Singing Bowl Sound Baths I talk about below, put on by the amazing Kathy Murphy of MauSOULeum. So if you're in the Seattle area, check out one or both of her Meetups in Redmond and Seattle! 

Here's looking at You

I actually had this experience, and drew the comic of it, a couple of years ago, but knew I wanted Henna designs around the edges, and I lacked the confidence to come up with them on my own. So it sat for awhile.  Fortunately I have a friend, Holly, who is an amazing Henna artist (check out her Henna By Holly Facebook page to see for yourself!) so I finally asked her for help. She sent me a couple different designs to work with, which were gorgeous and, for some reason, a little intimidating to me.  So it sat again for awhile.  

But recently it has been a time for me to reconnect with things I'd become disconnected from, and to complete things I'd started and not finished.  And so it was I picked this one up again a few nights ago, and finally forged ahead, discovering in the process how addictive Henna art really is.

Guardian Angel

True story...

Of Gods and Reindeer

A New Hope

Feathers and Coins

Oh Mi Papa

In the past, drawing my comics has been a very therapeutic way for me to process events and situations in my life, but never quite to the extent that they've helped me in grieving, and dealing with, the loss of my dad.  

Velveteen Tigger

A continuation of my last posted comic...

What Timmons Does Best

The last few months have been exceptionally challenging, having unexpectedly lost my father, and then my beloved cat, Mr Timmons, a short two weeks later. 

It's interesting how their deaths have spurred on rebirth in me, as I slog my way through the grief of their loss and the anxiety of rebuilding the foundation of my personal identity, of which I didn't realize how big a part my dad actually played.

I'm almost embarrassed that it's been close to a year since I've drawn my comics, and that it took this pair of deaths to reignite my dedication to the art form that has been my vocational calling since childhood. I literally, from my earliest memories, have never wanted to be anything but a cartoonist. 

So here is the first of many comics to come, with deepest gratitude to my dad and to Mr T...